The weather has been cloudy with scattered showers, an anomaly here in New Mexico. Slate-grey skies, a sheet of rain one minute and the growl of thunder the next, have provided exactly the right mood to get stuck in to my next book. I’m loving the characters and the way they lead each chapter to who knows where. And yes, I normally have a structure, only this time it all went out of the window.
It’s all David Temeke’s fault. His dry wit always goes for the jugular, rubbing the department up the wrong way. Unit Commander Hackett is clearly suspicious of Temeke, an African/British ex-pat, and has reluctantly assigned him a new east coast transfer, Malin Santiago. It’s a high profile case where her Hispanic/Norwegian roots are a valuable asset to the team. Can’t say why. You’ll just have to read the book. Only, Temeke believes that Santiago lacks the necessary experience for such a case which is adding a considerable strain to their professional relationship. Not to mention her physical attraction to him which is about as welcome as a skunk at a lawn party.
So this afternoon as I was sitting in my favorite coffee shop, I was this close to writing Santiago a great scene that would change Temeke’s view of her; maybe give him something to chew over. But being despicable me, I decided to leave it as it is. Unrequited love in the Northwest Area Command is much too much fun to watch. And Malin isn’t all smiles and teeth. There’s a certain metal in her psyche that gets stronger with every book. She might have started out as a pit-dweller, but she’s sure making up for it now.
All this and more in The 9th Hour, soon to be published in the fall of 2015 by Crooked Cat Publishing.
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